Dean
Winchester is at the place he really doesn’t want to be – stuck at the
airport.

Coming back from a family emergency, he would rather be relaxed at his home in
Manhattan Beach, California, and getting his head back into the hockey game.
Instead, he’s stuck at the worst airport in all of America – Chicago’s infamous
O’Hare. At least the company he’s keeping isn’t too bad to look at. He only
needs to convince her there can be something more if she wants it – and if she
doesn’t kill him first.

Returning from her third wedding in a year where she has perfected the role of
bridesmaid, Sydney only wants to get back home in San Francisco. A snowed-in
flight and every hotel room booked to capacity, Sydney is forced to share a
room with a gorgeous man from Southern California. She’s not necessarily
worried about him making a move on her but rather, if she could keep her hands
to herself.

Breakaway is a sensual New Adult romance series that deals with trust,
long-distance relationships, and finding yourself again.

“My past boyfriends never encouraged me to do anything but
be me. They took me as is. Looking back, I can honestly say those were probably
some of the most boring relationships I have ever had.” She let out the breath
she had been holding. “But with you, I’m questioning everything. Do I want to
stay in San Francisco? Do I want to stay at Macy’s? What in the hell do I want
to do? Like, I’m not even worried about whether we’ll be together because I’m
certain now I want to be with you.”

“There’s a saying that I love and I’m going to tell it to
you,” Dean leaned in, “if it scares you, you should do it.”

Sydney smiled and shook her head. “You always know what to
say and when to say it.”

“I have years of being stupid behind me,” Dean admitted,
“maybe too many. But I know what I
want out of this life and we only get one. Do I want to look back on everything
and go, ‘Man, I so wish I did X…’? Or do I want to look back on my life and go,
‘I kicked so much ass, it’s pretty unbelievable I didn’t get arrested for what I
did.’ It’s all about what you want.”

“I’m perfectly flawed. I’m great at some things and I’m
horrible at others.” Dean shrugged. “I’m okay with that. Who wants to be great
at everything all the time? That’s boring.”

“True.” She agreed.

“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” Dean looked
behind him at the pool table, “let’s play.”

“Sure thing.” Sydney began to hop off the pool table when
Dean stopped her and pulled her on top of him.

“No, I want to play with you.” He swept his lips across hers
before she opened her mouth and let him in. He tasted her hunger and need,
while letting her explore his. His mouth moved to her neck, where he nibbled
and kissed it, yearning for more.

He rolled her over to her back and they both shed their
clothing in rapid time. He grabbed a nearby condom and sheathed on him before
he entered her. Their bodies moved synchronized perfectly as Dean drove inside
her. They found the perfect rhythm and moved together, lost in each other. Push
and pull. In and out. Once again, they climbed higher and higher until a climax
ricocheted within Sydney’s being and she felt lost, floating in air.

“Dean…baby…” she softly moaned as the orgasm shot through
her.

Dean heard her cries and thrust a few more times before he
came, a throaty groan escaping his lips. He eased himself off his girlfriend
and kissed her sweaty forehead as she snuggled into his arms.

He knew then, it wasn’t just him being in like with Sydney; he loved her. He was determined to make their
relationship work, one way or another.